Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Names,
The Move,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.